i waited for Her outside the bar

The wind was blowing so hard that the neon lamps began to sway in the wind, creating ominous shadows that grew and flowed across the street. The smell of stale beer and the sight of cigarette butts strewn aside the tires of parked cars made me want to give up the whole idea. But i rejected that. i had to have my revenge.

The door to the bar opened, and a shaft of light flooded the street, as She strode out, heels clicking on the asphalt, echoing down the alleyway. She was majestic, towering over other mortals, as She headed towards her car. Her long blond tresses flowed over the leather jacket, which showed off Her incredible figure. And the tight leather miniskirt, with the spike high heel shoes and black hose, left no doubt that she was used to being in control. Obviously she found nothing in the bar to interest Her, so She was going home alone. Or so She thought. 

i approached Her from behind, and managed to catch up to Her just as the car door opened. With one quick push, i rammed Her into the front seat, dove in on top, and shut the door. 

"What the hell?" She shouted. But the empty parking lot yielded no answer. My wait had been rewarded with no friends or enemies to interfere with my taking of this beautiful trophy. 

"Get off of me!" She screamed. But even now i was working feverishly to bind Her hands. i pulled out a pair of handcuffs i had brought along, but before i could finish the job, Her hand came back from under the front seat with some sort of spray can.

"Holy shit!" My eyes and face began to burn like fire, as She continued to empty the contents of the can into my face. The last thing i remember, as i desperately tried to find the car door handle to escape, was a sharp pain on the side of my head. Then everything went black. 

As the cobwebs began to clear from my mind, and the darkness slowly evaporated, i soon realized that i was securely tied and bound to some sort of steel chair. Where the hell was i?

"Ah, finally you awake" 

The voice came from out of the darkness, which seemed to own the room, save for only a thin shaft of light coming from the overhead bulb. it was She. 

"You thought you could have your way with me, huh?" She continued. "Well, in a way, you will." 

Then She stepped into my field of vision. She was absolutely stunning. Apparently She was still wearing the outfit, but had taken off the leather jacket, revealing a halter top. Maybe i had not been out for too long.

"Yes, you will have your way with me. See what you made me already do?" She stepped aside, i saw my self in a full-length mirror: i was now in women’s underwear. My captor had dressed me in garters, heels, black stockings, gold loop earrings that matched the gold 4" colored collar that was locked around my neck, and in turn, locked to the chair, preventing my head from moving. How long had i been unconscious? 

She began to laugh as i slowly began to grasp the predicament i was in. "i know you can’t take your eyes off yourself, but before your training starts, you should try and realize what an honor it is to sit on this throne" She continued. "Go ahead and mediate on that, while i go and get ready". 

She left my field of vision, and now i began to see a few small motors, and several wires leading from the chair off to the darkness. As i hopelessly struggled against my bonds, other features of the chair began to make themselves apparent to me. i seemed to feel cool air on my bottom, indicating nothing to protect my bound cock and balls and anus. 

She returned now, even more breathtaking then before, now dressed in high heel boots with spike heels, a leather bikini, and brandishing a leather riding crop. 

"it’s time to begin", she smiled. "And do not make any commotion. There will be no second warning", as She drove her point home with a quick, sharp blow from her crop on my unprotected ass. She quickly swung around an unusual looking apparatus, one of many hinged to the back of this chair. This thing had a buckling strap, a short thick penis-shaped gag and a small motor on the outside of it. She strapped it firmly to my face, forcing my mouth wide open, filling my jaw with the attached penis. 

She then flipped a switch, and the penis began to move deep into my mouth. Just as i was about to gag, the penis began to move out. Then move in again. Then move out. i soon realized that this was the age old "in an out" that i was going to do to Her. And now She was going to do it to me. 

"Oh, you are beginning to look like a pro already" She laughed, as She slowing increased the tempo of the phallic gag, forcing me to concentrate on this humiliating task at hand. As i was trying to keep up, i noticed She bent down beside the chair, and i heard another switch flip, along with a dull sound of another motor starting up. 

Suddenly, i felt something cold and wet on my anus. Then something hard and vibrating begin slipping inside me. As i tried to pay attention to my ever-moving mouth gag, the pain from my ass became intense. What must have been a ten-inch vibrating dildo that would not be denied was making its’ way into me, until i felt a base of a motor touch my cheeks. 

"it’s time for some fun now" my captor cried excitedly, as i heard another switch flip, and the monster up my ass began to slowly retract, then re-enter, then retract. My God, i realized, this chair is fucking me. Slowly but methodically, the dildo up my ass began the same "in and out" motion that the other penis on a motor was doing. 

The humiliation and pain was indescribable, and Her laughter filled the room as the dildos began to pump faster and faster. it was terrifying, being raped by this chair, yet there was nothing i could do, as i sat a watched my self in the mirror, dressed like a slut, with every orifice being violated. i realized that this chair was doing to me, what i had wanted to do to Her. 

But She wasn’t finished. Nipple clamps were attached that made me see red. Weights were attached to my cock and ball harness, dragging my balls down as the ass-hungry cock filled me up. And there was much more to come. 

Over the next few days, my training allowed my hate for the chair to subside, but my humiliation and submission never did. i learned to fear and respect my Mistress, as i was introduced to Her strap-on, Her paddles, Her special "toilet chair", and Her Mistress friends, who all believe that male creatures should serve and worship women, while being a source of amusement and pleasure. 

Which is what i do now. My mistress soon tired of me, and sold me to one of Her friends. i am a slave-husband now, living only to be used and abused, while i support and entertain my Mistress-wife. She keeps me busy, with continual training ("men must be constantly beaten," She says), along with me doing all the cooking, cleaning, washing and yard work. i now get one "cum-day" a week, unless i misbehave, and in that case, my denial training with the chastity belt continues for another day. And every week, a face-slapping party, or a discipline-party, or a golden-shower party, or some other sort of party, takes place in the basement with my Mistress-wife and Her friends. 

i can’t even seem to remember my other life. Or what i had wanted revenge for that led me to this new life of submission and service to all Women. i just know that i have never been happier or more content…..